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Post by Skylos on Dec 1, 2021 22:52:58 GMT -6
Dropping off the royal eyed wormling in her own box in the kennel, I turned my attention to the remaining three sacs suspended from the ceiling. These are more of a pest then anything else, and I only really wanted one worm to watch for. No idea big these 'dragon eaters' are going to grow up to be. Big, according to sources. I've half a mind to break the sacs and let the two babies feast on whatever is inside. Where's that ladder. There's a ladder outside for people to borrow if they need to get up a bit higher, but I might need one more specific for paw feet. Eyes are on me as I assend, and start pulling on the amber colored sac, sinking my claws into the thick goopy skin of the sac. Needless to say... it exploded when pricked. Something latches onto me, and the ladder tilts. CRASH. 91 [25 0/5 1/10 16/20] tbb 16
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Post by Skylos on Dec 1, 2021 23:31:29 GMT -6
Ow... Why me. Starting to think something's out for me to have so many bugs in my home. Was the former puzzle box trapdoor making resident a bug collector? Squinting through a face of slime, at least thats what I think it is. Because its not red. A trilling noise. Blinking, something shadowy looms in my face, and... yellow eyes. Great. ANOTHER vespa wormling has hatched. This is a bit awkward. And cats land on their feet. The ladder slides off me as I sit up, feeling pain. Ugh. Feet. Land on your FEET. Trill? The wormling attached to me doesn't blink but angles their head, making noises that I swear might be a bit of concern. Probably did not expect to hatch out onto a cat. The goop from the sac is drying and it is sticky. Greeat. Upset. I am upset. And later on, and it hurts to twist my trunk section... I'm back at the garden, covered in slime. 92 [25 0/5 1/10 17/20] tbb 17
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Post by Skylos on Dec 1, 2021 23:45:04 GMT -6
/You are going to find your own food, troublemaking insect./ I tell the wormling as I let it down onto the ground. /I need to get clean, and you are hungry. Go.. find your own food./ There's at least little bananas of really weird colors growing here and there that if the bug tries, they'll find food. For me however, I need to stretch my back out and put my spine back in order without having to find someone who can punch it back in place. Crouching out on the bare garden ground on all fours, I gradually lean back into an arched back position. OW that is NOT comfortable. stretch back a bit... then forward...Ow. It hurts. More towards my tail then towards my head and I am very lucky to still be able to move. Have heard horror stories of landing on your back and being unable to move. 93 [25 0/5 1/10 18/20] tbb 18
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Post by Skylos on Dec 2, 2021 0:15:07 GMT -6
Stretch this way forward... stretch back this waOWy. The sharp pain makes me topple, and with a yowl and a pop, the pain starts to ease. Gaaah... pins and needles. I think its back in place, because after laying there a few minutes, I can lift my upper half and twist slowly and deliberately without being in nearly as much pain. Note to self. Prepare a soft space or don't use a ladder to remove those other two vespa eggs from the ceiling. At least I think they may be vespa. Speaking of vespa, where'd yelloweyes go. The little vespa booted up on instinct a bit earlier then the fellows of the kennel. The briefest note of the others... so the yellow eyes is the youngest. Instinct hasn't designated it a drone, worker or queen yet. The bright young one with red eyes is bigger. Older. Perhaps the dominant of the hive? 94 [25 0/5 1/10 19/20] tbb 19
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Post by Skylos on Dec 2, 2021 0:24:33 GMT -6
I regard the little yellow eyed wasp to be. It is difficult to believe that these wormlings will be dragon eaters. Perhaps I should be consulting a professional on how to train the little buggers before I find myself over my head. Because if/when those critters turn into giant wasps, I do not have space to keep a giant wasp. Much less THREE, maybe even FIVE if the other two eggs hatch. Which I'm pretty positive they will now. If a single touch makes them burst forth and hatch like that. Wasn't the hunter lodge person acquaintances with the person who posts up quests on the board for the bounty hunters people? Maybe I'll track them down and ask a few questions. Getting up, I'm still sore, but collecting my bug and going to do that before I forget or get sidelined. Because I can see more branches to gether but not today when my back still aches a bit. 95 [25 0/5 1/10 20/20] lv up 26 Skylos tbb 20
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Post by Nadia on Dec 6, 2021 15:21:56 GMT -6
Go ahead with your errands... hopefully there'll be something to find in that direction.
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 7, 2021 11:12:15 GMT -6
-alone The cat is not a fan of magic, and never will be. However, there is something really just magical about the coming of winter. Fall is nice and all, with fruit being in season, leaves changing colors, humans getting really obsessed with pumpkins, and the yearly hunt of the deer and such. He hasn't taken the bunnybex out for any sort of romp. Granted that doesnt' bother either of them. But right now, he had more clearing to do before the winter's bitter cold set in. Having long fur, he's a bit more protected from the cold then other animals or people he's seen. However, It never hurts to have a blanket or two laying about in places you can escape from the wind. Because wind? REALLY COLD. There's enough of a breeze blowing right now to ruffle his fur. To perhaps blow away extra leaves off the trees. Maybe. 96 [27 0/5 1/10 7/20] tbb 21
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Post by Skylos on Dec 7, 2021 11:18:06 GMT -6
His fingers aren't quite long enough to do the brisk rubbing around of hands that humans do when they are cold. Just tangles up the fur poking between his pads and fingers. Let him tell, it is difficult to comb that out without making yourself yowl. Fun times of being your own groomer. Today the cat is working to get more space cleared. These branches are much too small to sell for firewood, so he gathers them into carriable piles, that can be tied off (to the best of a cats ability) and sold for kindling. Too bad it would take too long to burn logs for charcoal and then sell that instead. Cleaner burning, wasn't it? However, he doesn't recall if the South End has wood or coal burning fires. Campfires in cans do not count. A branch snaps off in his paw as he pulls on it and puts it into the pile. 97 [27 0/5 0/10 10/20] tbb 22
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Post by Skylos on Dec 7, 2021 11:29:44 GMT -6
This particular batch of branches felt almost rooted... curious, now, the cat reaches his paw in and pulls upards on the trunk he can feel them all meet at. The dead plant resists until a good yank rips it right out of the ground with several snaps. Well that makes it easier, as the plant is about as wide around as his head. A few hugs around snap the branches into a carriable sizing so he puts it aside for a kindling pile all its own. Who would have guessed tumbleweeds grow in a garden. Ther'es getting to be more space as he works through clearing the brush. Still needing to wade through waist, for on him, chest high plants that are starting to die back from the seasonal cold. However he'll save weed pulling for another day. Get brush out first, then he can work on the less difficult stuff. Because wood doesn't compost. 98 [27 0/5 0/10 11/20] tbb 23
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Post by Skylos on Dec 7, 2021 11:33:06 GMT -6
Different places have different ideas on what a 'garden' is. Skylos' mind wanders a bit as he works. He's heard of giant wading gardens, ones with many features spilling water to flow throughout the area. Waterfalls are nice to listen to. Perhaps even one of those 'THONK' fountains, that are very popular in less urban areas. Why is it called a THONK fountain? The noise it makes, obviously. His catnip plant is an invasive breed that would take off quite nicely in almost any soil, at least thats what the old woman who runs the garden store's book said that is posted in the library. Common pethian plants and how to take care of them. Otherwise, how else would, op, there's another banana, how else would he be finding so many unusual types of things to grow. The bananas are definitely not yellow and he'll hold onto them to see if someone wants them. 99 [27 0/5 0/10 12/20] tbb 24
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Post by Skylos on Dec 7, 2021 11:37:05 GMT -6
Maybe he'll find a nice flat rock that could be sun heated. Sun bathing naps on rocks? Love them. If he ever has his own house, his own property when he becomes rich and fancy, he wants a giant sunning rock to lay around on like one of those foo balgor or the giant mosca. They're doing the big cat thing right. He might need to find a large enough rock to make it happen. But a brief glance at his paw pads while breaking off branches on another portion of woody debris, he's not made to do hard labor like swinging a pickaxe. No, the cat man has more delicate looks and his size is mostly fur, and body type. Winter is on its way, and he better finish this -snap- up soon. Although he doens't mind the cold, it is the frozen paw pads he doesn't like. That will need to be handled. Maybe the store sells boots for cats. 100 [27 0/5 0/10 13/20] tbb 25
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Post by Nadia on Dec 7, 2021 14:56:51 GMT -6
At long last!
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Post by Yang on Dec 9, 2021 15:07:13 GMT -6
The cold went unnoticed by another- prowling low in the underbrush, illusionary fire curling under branches & leaves, its feline-eyes watching any and all movements with a keen mind. This one was on the hunt, looking for something more than a small lerrel, or a darting jibiji- it was looking for something that would build its mass for the coming winter... lo and behold, the sentient would make for a fine meal, wouldn't it..?
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Post by Skylos on Feb 3, 2023 4:46:54 GMT -6
He must've purchased this rat in his sleep, the cat believes. Staring at the Thing that is part squirrel, part bush and is struggling for its life to escape the snare like contraption holding it fast to a tree. He'd not been here since Goldeneye was a worm... and now they were a giant wasp. So where did the rat come from? His own feline instincts are watching the creature squirm and throw a panic in the air Instead of a leaf on its tail like he was led to believe the species had, it had a swollen pink nub at the end. However, getting close enough to examine the thing without it escaping or panicking itself to death? Good question. So he'll leave it alone and just not look at it for a few hours. The beastie is not happy. Not whatsoever. Woke up with a full water sac from hibernation and what happens just afterwards? Snared! Winter 101 [33 0/5 0/10 17/20]
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Post by Skylos on Feb 3, 2023 4:52:48 GMT -6
The plot is unoriginal and boring looking, barren from neglect. Whomever used it before him, and he's pretty sure someone probably DID use the plot beforehand, there's evidence of attempting to at least FIND the fenceline. Its lost in a heap of thorny brambles that rose ominously up alongside. Not a good idea to grasp a thorny vine without something to protect the pads, because ow. The cat man sighs heavily. This'll be more of a chore then a simple outing to see about finding a flat place to let his dogs go running. Light knows they could use a good run every day or so; being pent up in the kennel day after day isn't healthy. How do they not go mad inside the human make metal box building? It should consider themselves lucky, the snare was around its middle instead of around the neck. Tail lashing with panick, it tries to escape again, but to no avail. However this snare is rigged, it pulls back hard, and drags them back. 102
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